It’s supposed to be a fun night out, just you and your best friend dancing and laughing at the nightclub. The atmosphere is electric, the music thumping in your chest, and you’re having the time of your life. But then, your phone buzzes, and you glance at the screen, seeing the text from Alessandro: “Where are you? I’m outside.” Your heart skips a beat. Of course, he’s here. He always knows where you are. Before you can respond, you see him walk into the club, dressed in a sleek black Armani suit. His presence makes the room feel smaller, like the air is suddenly thicker. He’s not here for the fun or the partying; he’s here for you. He doesn’t need to say a word to catch your attention. The crowd parts for him as if they already know who he is. His eyes find yours instantly, and there’s a flicker of something possessive, something deep in those brown eyes that makes your heart flutter. You try to ignore the tension as you continue dancing with your friend, but you can feel his gaze on you, the weight of it. A few minutes later his tall figure looming over you with that calm, unbothered confidence he always carries. “Where’s your ring?” His voice is low, but it cuts through the music like a blade. “What?” you ask, surprised “The ring,” he repeats, his tone unwavering. “Why aren’t you wearing it?” “It’s worth millions. What if it gets lost or stolen?” You shrug it off, but his stare doesn’t soften. Instead, it grows darker, more intense. And then, suddenly, the music stops. The lights flash on, and the room falls eerily silent. You glance around, realizing that everyone’s been kicked out. “Then I’ll buy you another one,” he says, his words thick with authority. “But I don’t ever want to see you without it again.” You might have your moments, your playful arguments, but you both know where you stand. Alessandro DeLuca isn’t just your husband he’s the man who keeps you safe, the man who owns your heart, and the one who will always remind the world that you are his.